The brushwork on the table is vigorous and powerful, but it is elegant, even a layman like Meng Combrow feels very pleasing to the eye.

But Scholar Gu looked at it for a while, frowned slightly, and said that the painting was a fake.

He pointed to the seal on the painting and said that although the painting was indeed very well forged, the seal on the painting knew that it was a fake at a glance.

"In fact, the artificiality of painting this painting has surpassed the original, and there is really no need to forge it."

Scholar Gu said very regretfully, since he already has such a pen power, why should he be an example of his predecessors? It's a bit self-defeating.

Jing Qicheng smiled: "Although there are many capable people and wise men in my dynasty, most of these people go out of poverty, and it is really difficult to get ahead, so in order to make a living, I have to do something that goes against my heart." ”

Hearing this, the Gu scholar nodded vigorously.

What he said was exactly what he was thinking.

Although the emperor opened the imperial examination widely and accepted the world's wise men, in order to take into account the interests of the Duke of the back door, if he wanted to participate in the imperial examination, he also needed to get a letter of recommendation.

In order to get a letter of recommendation, many poor children need to take money to dredge their connections.

However, this amount of money is really difficult for them to bear.

Therefore, many students who were originally very talented were rejected from the imperial examination because of this.

"It seems that the bachelor is the same as I think, I want to propose to my father that the recommendation be canceled, I don't know what the bachelor thinks."

Scholar Gu is an old pedant, so he naturally agrees with what Jing Qicheng said, but he is just an idle job in the Hanlin Academy, and there is nothing he can do to help except write books.

"You are very famous among the students of the world, and I think if you also wish to cancel the recommendation, my father will definitely consider it carefully."

He looked at Scholar Gu with a look of anticipation, his expression sincere.

Scholar Gu thought about it and said that he would do his best.

Jing Qicheng personally sent him out of the house, and when he came back, he saw Meng Combing sitting on his chair flipping through an idle book.

She leisurely picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the paper.

The drunkard does not mean to drink.

Her technique is naturally not as good as Jing Qicheng, if it weren't for the hairpin Xiaokai that was forced by her parents to learn for a period of time when she was a child, it is estimated that in this dynasty, no one can understand her handwriting.

Meng Combs really watched a good show today.

She held her chin and blinked her eyes: "Is it very timely for me, the audience, to appear?" ”

This painting should have been specially arranged by Jing Qicheng.

That's right, Jing Qicheng deliberately found someone with extraordinary painting skills to paint this painting, he knew that it was a fake, just to better say that the scholar of Donggu was on his side, so he deliberately pretended not to know.

"Scholar Gu is very valued by his father, if he is willing to say a word, it will be useful for him to say a hundred words more than others."

Don't look at him as just an old Hanlin, but he compiled and wrote books, and in addition to being very popular among students all over the world, he was also very respected in the court.

Even the crown prince was polite to him.

It's just that he has never liked to get involved in party disputes, and he rarely cares about court affairs.

Although I am acting today, what I can say is also the truth.

"I have also heard that every year before the imperial examination, those students will find a way to go to the capital to throw stones and ask for directions."

If you have money, you can naturally dredge it with money, and if you don't have money, talented people will also be surrounded by some officials.

But in this way, those students will become the disciples of those people, and even if they become officials in the future, they will have to give those people some face.

In this way, the position of the officials who were already very high status in the DPRK and China became more and more solid, and the foundation became deeper and deeper, which is obviously what Jing Qicheng did not want to see.

"The prince you can think of may not be unexpected."

Meng Combrow felt that the biggest difference between Jing Qicheng and the crown prince was that the prince only thought about the throne, while Jing Qicheng was worried about the whole world.

So it's like a disaster relief, even if it's the prince who goes to Luzhou, he will definitely not be as decisive as Jing Qicheng, and directly arrest the prefect.

However, the prince can be regarded as ruthless, and the chess pieces he has buried for so many years can be killed if he says that he can kill them.

This is very much like a superior person, who will not show mercy to others at all.

Meng Combs was thinking about the prince's thoughts, and suddenly looked up and saw Jing Qicheng looking at him.

The look in her eyes reminded her of what seemed to have happened between them yesterday.

She didn't expect that she would also be embarrassed.

"That...... I was a little drunk yesterday, so I didn't do anything to you. ”

Meng combed his eyebrows and asked tentatively, his martial arts are so high, even if his handwriting is drunk, he is not his opponent, it should be nothing special.

Jing Qicheng playfully hooked the corners of his mouth, what's the matter, now that he is pretending to be stupid?

Although she couldn't see Jing Qicheng's expression at the moment through the mask, from his eyes, Meng could tell that he seemed to be smiling.

What's so funny, even if something really happens, it's you who suffers.

"You really don't remember?"

Meng combs his eyebrows and nodded very sincerely, he only remembers seeing the scar on Jing Qicheng's face, and he doesn't remember the rest of himself, probably caused by a hangover.

Seeing that Jing Qicheng hadn't answered himself, Meng Combrow thought in his heart whether they really did the gift of Zhou Gong.

She was a little embarrassed, because she never thought that her first time would happen in such an embarrassing situation, and she couldn't remember it at all.

I've probably never been so embarrassed in my life.

"Lord Wang."

Aunt Song stood outside the study, and Jing Qicheng asked her to come in.

"I've already washed your clothes from yesterday."

Hey, isn't this the one he wore yesterday when he was with Jing Qicheng?

An old dress, why did Aunt Song have to wash it herself.

It seemed that he saw through Meng Combing's thoughts, Jing Qicheng said lightly: "Originally, this dress has become filthy, and there is really no need to clean it, but this dress is a token of me and the princess, and it would be a pity if it was lost." ”

His eyes seemed to ask Meng combing her eyebrows, did she really not remember what good things she had done?

Looking at that dress, the memory of last night seemed to come back suddenly.

Yes, at that time, Jing Qicheng seemed to be planning to kiss himself.

The moonlight is as cold as water, and the atmosphere is almost like filming an idol drama.

Then, she threw up.

And it's the kind of vomit that flies down 3,000 feet.

She blushed all at once.

I've never been strong enough to drink, and I guess I drank too much yesterday, and I didn't hold it all at once.

Not to mention Jing Qicheng, I feel a little disgusting even when I think about it.

She pretended to arrange her clothes to hide her embarrassment.